Chapter 84: The Unmaking of Silence
The cold in the forward base was no longer just an element; it was a state of being. It had seeped into the marrow, into the spaces between thoughts, turning every breath into a visible sacrifice. Warriors huddled in their shallow snow dens, not sleeping, but preserving energy in a grim, shared trance. The air hummed with a tension thicker than the glacier's silence—the psychic resonance had faded to a faint, exhausted thrum, a distant campfire seen through fog.
